Welcome to the Final Part of the Las Vegas Mission!

Alright so after this chapter I will drizzle in some nice fluff before I get started on the events of CA:TWS. I hope you look forward to that, because I'm really excited to write it.

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To everfaraway- Hmm, I wonder that too... (BTW, you ask the best questions!)

Clint POV

I peered through the vent eyeing the grand building and sea of tourists swarming the floor below. Natasha roughly shoved me aside to get a look for herself.

"How do you know this is the Bellagio?" She asked suspiciously.

"I've been here before," I responded slowly.

"For a mission?" She sounded irritated that I seemed to be leaving out information.

"Not exactly. When Laura was seventeen she officially ran away from her parents. We weren't dating yet but I was making decent money as a sniper for hire so I paid for the both of us to travel across the country and disappear. We ended up staying here for two weeks."

"You stayed here for two weeks? SHIELD must pay you peanuts compared to what you were making." Tasha rarely ever cared about how much she was making, as long as she was working for the lesser of two evils.

I laughed, "Yeah well it feels better to have some moral value working for SHIELD. To be honest I'm surprised I even remembered what this place looked like. I don't remember much about that trip except that I left as 'more than friends with Laura'."

"That long ago, huh?" Tasha turned her head away from the overlooking view of the main lobby.

I smiled at her, "No that much booze actually. We had fake I.D.'s and countless bars to visit, we had a good time."

Nat raised an eyebrow, "I have no comment on that," she said sarcastically, "but I do know that we need to get out of here and find out why we were in here." She began crawling again, taking the lead. She led us to an overwhelmingly upscale hotel room.

"This suite cost more than my house!" Clint glanced around the main living room pausing to examine the large window giving a picturesque view of the Vegas nightlife and stunning fountains.

"I have a strong urge to jump on this bed," My partner yelled from the one of the bedrooms, before sighing dramatically and returning to the main room. "Look through those files and that laptop for information, I'll be right back."

"Where could you possibly be going?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

She shrugged and responded plainly, "Shopping."

Before I could question it, she was out the door. I began sifting the files looking for any familiar names but nothing rang a bell. That laptop proved to have a lot more information on who or what this organization was.

Tasha returned to the room less than ten minutes later without looking up from the screen I deadpanned, "So, shopping huh?"

"Something like that," She strolled over to me and dumped three wallets and a cell phone onto my lap, "Interesting what goods you can get for free nowadays."

"Criminal," I huffed. She laughed and picked up the phone.

"I'm calling Fury, he better take my call after what he just put us through."

Natasha huffed before encrypting the call line and dialing Fury's direct line. While she dialed I positioned the computer so that she could read the screen while she talked. The page I was viewing covered details on the operation this group called the "Inhuman Transitioning"

As soon as Fury's gruff voice came through she put the phone on speaker and held it in the space between us.

Third Person POV

Nat- Director, pleasure to be speak to you. For a moment there I thought I might be far too dead to.

Fury- So, I imagine you pieced together that was a mock mission.

Clint- That became undeniably evident when you wake up packed in a box being experimented on like guinea pigs

Fury- I needed information, Barton. I needed to know what this science organization was operating. They call themselves Romulan and the Bellagio is their main investor. Usually they keep quiet but they were spotted smuggling Chitauri body parts after New York. I had Hill hack their records and they were planning to use trained agents to experiment with alien flesh in hopes to build the next super soldiers.

Clint- So you sent us in as bait.

Fury- The top enforcement agency in the world conveniently dropping their two best agents just blocks away from their main lab. I knew they wouldn't be able to resist.

Nat- Sir, with all due respect, that entire plan sounds reckless. If they had been able finish the experiments we could have died, or worse.

Fury- I know what I did, Romanoff. I don't regret it either.

Clint- So what did we accomplishment, exactly. A few dead scientist? It's not like this "Romulan" is just finished with, it sounds like you put our lives on the line for no reason, sir.

Fury- Or maybe I trust your abilities more than yourselves. Either way you are going to end to the organization. We've imputed a code alert that will vanish any Romulan file, database, any program dealing with their work since their birth will be destroyed.

Clint- Sounds like you guys are doing the dirty work for us.

Fury- Not exactly, we need them to get the message that SHIELD is watching their every movement after they all scramble, so you need to eliminate the leader, Stephen Cromer. As soon as you complete that task a SHIELD quinjet will be waiting to bring you back. Fury out.

Natasha's POV

Clint threw his body back toward the couch the rubbed his temples, "God, I hate all this compartmentalizing. I didn't sign up for this"

I rested my forehead on my palms, "I thought rule number one of SHIELD code was, 'if you think you know what's going you already don't'"

"Yeah, that sounds more realistic." Clint pulled himself together and began furiously typing, I leaned over to get a better a look at the screen.

"You're signing into SHIELD's file library."

"SHIELD must have a file on this Cromer guy, their database shares far too personal information as it is, we might be able to find out where he is now."

"Technology takes all the joy out of being an assassin," I signed dramatically.

"Joy and assassin don't belong in the same sentence, the only reason I like this job is because you're here with me."

I smirked, "I was in this for the health insurance." Clint laughed then paused squinting his eyes at the computer.

"According to his weekly patterns, he's usually in some club mingling every weekend night."

"A wealthy social butterfly? Probably arrogant and sleazy, it's like reading a textbook with these guys."

Clint stood and grabbed my arm, "Were going to make a quick stop, buying some really clothes, come on I want this guy dead in an hour."

Fifteen minutes later the two of us strolled into the first bar. Clint was looking surprisingly handsome in black slacks and a black button down. I was sporting a tight red and black cocktail dress the barely concealed my rear. All my hair was swept to one side and I applied red lips to complete the look. We both had serval concealed firearms and knives on our person

I sifted through the dance floor making distance from Barton. Being around a single guy would intimidate or turn off a potential suitor or target. A target that sought me out instead of vice versa made my job severally easy.

The major inconvenience was our lack of SHIELD equipment. We had no comms to talk through which meant reverting back to gestures and rendezvous points. Still we're confident that the mission could be completed with simplicity if we worked in our usually precise manner.

This nightclub called "The Hyde" was targetless, I signaled to Clint, who I knew would be watching me, that I target wasn't here. He responded in agreement and for us to meet immediately outside of the club.

"If he isn't here, there's a very good chance he'll be at the other popular club here, The Bank," I told Clint as we navigated through the halls.

"That's a stupid name for a club."

I snorted, "Hawkeye is a stupid name for an assassin."

Clint gasped sarcastically, "I'm offended. At least it's better than the Black Widow that's just-" he sighed in defeat, "Nevermind, that's an awesome name for an assassin."

I laughed to myself, "Shut up, we're here."

The Bank was crowded mess, uncomfortably loud and sweaty. There were far too many intoxicated ones, and I knew I would slobbered on by some arrogant douche before I made to the center of the club. Clint let me move away from him reluctantly. Seconds later I felt an unsteady but confident hand grope my butt. I sighed and swatted the sleazy man's hand away. Clint instantly appeared at my side again.

"Well, that didn't take too long." I said regarding his quick reappearance.

"Sorry but I'm not letting a hundred guys look at you like some kind of choice meat they can put their clammy hands on."

"I can handle myself, Barton." I said with slight irritation.

Another intoxicated man swayed passed me with his focus directed right at my cleavage. Clint put his arm around me and leaned close to my ear, "But you don't have too."

I sighed and gave into his protective tendencies. We made it to the dance floor and he let me go to see if we could spot the target.

At the same time we spotted a man who looked too old to be clubbing, but had an army of scarcely dressed woman grinding up on him. Clint signaled for me to go in to lure him from the club.

I washed myself in seductive looks and too innocent movements to capture Cromer's attention. His eyes met mine as I swayed my hips to the dead center of the dance floor.

He was hooked. He casually left his spot in the circle of woman I came over to me. I felt my partner staring holes into the target from the darkened portion of the room.

"Hey," Was all Cromer said before roughly grabbing me by my waist and turning me around. I really hated this job sometimes.

I took his notion and began grinding against him to the music, I could see Clint glaring at both me and the target. I sighed I kept moving suggestively for five minutes before slowly bring my lips close to his ear and asking if we could take this some place quieter.

Once again with only a slight nod he practically dragged me to the sitting area in the darker, more secluded corner of the club.

He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I needed him to leave the club so we could take care of the job cleanly.

"Have you ever kissed a billionaire, sweetheart?" He asked with far too much arrogance. I shook my head sweetly. Clint situated himself in earshot of our conversation growing with anger.

"Why don't you give me a lap dance and I'll give you more than a kiss." I was disgusted by his attitude. If I gave into his request there was a small fear of how upset Barton would be. I wasn't supposed to be using my body for missions anymore. I could flirt, even kiss them every now and then. But if Fury or Clint ever found out I went further than that, they'd be put on the kill list.

I leaned into his ear again, "Why don't we get out of here and I'll do so much more than a dance."

"Why wait?" He asked before grabbing my waist with one and my wrist in the other and forcing me down onto the couch. He let his hands explore my body before leaning on top of me and whispering, "If you relax it'll feel better."

He perked his head back up and began inching my dress up. I could easily get out of this situation, I could break his neck in milliseconds or simply shove him away from me and walk away. I was still clinging to the idea that we could complete this mission without drawing attention, which meant leaving him with the thought that he was in control and try and convince him to get somewhere private.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The club erupted into screams and the target's body slumped onto the floor. I looked over at Clint who held his gun unapologetically. We geared up to run from the room in frenzy like everyone else.

"Thanks for the dramatics," I sighed as I moved my dress into its proper place.

"I panicked," He lied in his bored, most collected voice.

We disappeared into the crazed evacuating crowd and whisked ourselves to the night Vegas air. Waiting outside directly in front of the main entrance was a limousine. The driver standing outside waved us over and presented his SHIELD badge.

The driver smirked, "Fury paid for the best limo we could find. I don't know what you went through, but he sure is trying to make up for it."

Clint laughed, "You have no idea."

And that's what happened in Vegas.

Enjoy the next few fluffy scenes!